It started with bananas on toast for breakfast with a little bit of spice and a mixed berry milkshake. Then I went to get ready for school, I pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans with a sparkly gold belt and a dark blue sailors shirt. As I did this I thought of pure blue sky's and cracked grey pavements. I think of long blonde hair, covered in glitter and finally, camera flashes. They were like tiny little suns coming towards me.
5 weeks earlier
A sleek black limo, with tinted black windows pulled up outside a deep red building, flashing signs filled the front of the building. Each sign was a different color, purple, red, blue and green. Each sign was for a different family.
Everyone outside turned to look at the girl who stepped out of the car. Her olive skin, matched perfectly with her blonde bob and painted purple nails. Her glitter covered strapless dress hung off her body like a bag hangs of your shoulder. A black velvet pouch hung at her waist. A knife like shape was inside of it.
She was the daughter of the most powerful, most rich man in Hollywood and she had not been invited to this party.
She walked into the building, clearly stepping on the bodyguards foot. He yelped out in pain and surprise. The door clanged shut and all of a sudden a loud shouting broke out. Questions like "what is she doing here? and what is she going to do?"
Inside the building
I weave in and out of the crowd, I hear whispers and the occasional "hey baby, what are you doing here?"
I hear laughter and I feel sick to the head. I start to wobble on my purple velvet boots. I weave through a door and find myself in my old room and it brings back memories that I a long to forget. I remember the sting of the whip and cold hard feeling of the pan against my head.
I am trapped in the scared little girl I once was.
Then it happened. All. Over. Again.
5 weeks earlier
A sleek black limo, with tinted black windows pulled up outside a deep red building, flashing signs filled the front of the building. Each sign was a different color, purple, red, blue and green. Each sign was for a different family.Everyone outside turned to look at the girl who stepped out of the car. Her olive skin, matched perfectly with her blonde bob and painted purple nails. Her glitter covered strapless dress hung off her body like a bag hangs of your shoulder. A black velvet pouch hung at her waist. A knife like shape was inside of it.
She was the daughter of the most powerful, most rich man in Hollywood and she had not been invited to this party.
She walked into the building, clearly stepping on the bodyguards foot. He yelped out in pain and surprise. The door clanged shut and all of a sudden a loud shouting broke out. Questions like "what is she doing here? and what is she going to do?"
Inside the building
I weave in and out of the crowd, I hear whispers and the occasional "hey baby, what are you doing here?"I hear laughter and I feel sick to the head. I start to wobble on my purple velvet boots. I weave through a door and find myself in my old room and it brings back memories that I a long to forget. I remember the sting of the whip and cold hard feeling of the pan against my head.
I am trapped in the scared little girl I once was.
Then it happened. All. Over. Again.